09-12-2015, 04:18 PM
Stu had fallen behind Crash, and in despair, let his guard down to regret his mistakes. That was, in itself, a large mistake. Feeling himself slipping further away, Stu landed in the grasp of the agitated stormtroopers.
"We have you now, Prime!"
"You're in for a world of trouble."
Oh lord. If ever there was a time in his life to wish for a lucky escape- and there had been many- this would be it. Stu struggled hard to escape, tugging and pulling, but he couldn't even get his feet on the ground. But, wait- Stu may have found a lucky escape. Being a man, Stu knew the soft spots of the man... and the harder ones. Flailing his legs, he looked behind him when he felt a metallic clink to see both of his feet were hovering over the chestplate of a trooper. This was his time; Stu forcefully pushed against the plate, knocking the trooper over and launching himself away. He needed to run, and fast. When he finally had time to think, Stuart noticed his speed. As he darted through Tier 1, he saw he was running so much faster than he usually would, faster than any burst of adrenaline would allow him. He felt like he could run a mile a minute.
That was, until he began to slump. Stuart felt himself really tire out once again and he needed to take a rest. Resting his hands on his legs and beding forward, there was a strange lump in his trouser pocket. He took out the object- a revolver. How the hell did that get there? Someone must have put it there... like that Omni. Stu put the gun away so as to not arouse suspicion, and began to walk through the tier, using what little strength he had yet to periodicaly yell.
"Crash? Luger?"
"We have you now, Prime!"
"You're in for a world of trouble."
Oh lord. If ever there was a time in his life to wish for a lucky escape- and there had been many- this would be it. Stu struggled hard to escape, tugging and pulling, but he couldn't even get his feet on the ground. But, wait- Stu may have found a lucky escape. Being a man, Stu knew the soft spots of the man... and the harder ones. Flailing his legs, he looked behind him when he felt a metallic clink to see both of his feet were hovering over the chestplate of a trooper. This was his time; Stu forcefully pushed against the plate, knocking the trooper over and launching himself away. He needed to run, and fast. When he finally had time to think, Stuart noticed his speed. As he darted through Tier 1, he saw he was running so much faster than he usually would, faster than any burst of adrenaline would allow him. He felt like he could run a mile a minute.
That was, until he began to slump. Stuart felt himself really tire out once again and he needed to take a rest. Resting his hands on his legs and beding forward, there was a strange lump in his trouser pocket. He took out the object- a revolver. How the hell did that get there? Someone must have put it there... like that Omni. Stu put the gun away so as to not arouse suspicion, and began to walk through the tier, using what little strength he had yet to periodicaly yell.
"Crash? Luger?"
Deaths: 0